There was a guy that used to hang around my crew of friends right after my college years. He was the newest addition as we all were friends. He wasn’t the absolute cutest dude, but something about him always drew me in. He was mixed, very light skin, 6’3”, incredibly fit, and had amazing lips. Okay, he does sound great… but I’m superbly attractive, and pretty damn picky. I was just blessed with amazing genes, and I’ve got a “model look” as people too often tell me. I’m also the only gay/bi/whatever guy in my close and extended friend group.
James was always extra nice to me. He was so chill and nice with everyone, but I felt there was an extra “chill” with me. I started to want him. I knew I’d never do anything, and I was just waiting for the feeling to pass as it usually did with guys I was attracted to.
He started fucking around with one of the girls in the crew. Lauren had previously had a… something with one of the guys in the crew (my crush on Terrance still hasn’t went away). One night after the bar a few of us, James and Terrance excluded, go back to my place. The conversation turns to sex, and I slowly bow out as usual. Two of my friends are teasing her saying “you’ll never be dicked down again like T did you.” She goes, “ no you guys, you guys…” She slaps her hands on the table to get more attention. “James is hanging. It’s the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.” I immediately chubbed up. The devil on my shoulder told me, “you have to see it one day.”
Lauren and James fizzled out, for now, but we all were still hanging and going out together. A few months later, I host a pregame party for this big bar crawl. My boy James shows up sober, and he’s giving me this vibe again. I really don’t know what to think of it. I’m slightly turned on, but I also know he’s straight af and just generally the nicest guy around.
The bar crawl is so god damn packed, so we all leave after an hour and go back to my house since it’s right down the street. We have drinks flowing, music blasting, and people all over the house. James comes up to me again and is just making talk about nothing important. There’s so much else to do, but he’s asking me about my speaker system and my closet space and how yellow smells. Really, just nothing important.
Around 3 AM, most people are gone or are heading out. James asks if he can crash for a few hours until he sobers up. Of course I say yes. I’m horny as fuck for this dude, but I’d also say yes to anyone being responsible. He goes straight to my room saying “there’s still too many people here, so I’ma just nap on the chair in your room bro.”
Once almost everyone leaves, I head to bed. James is laying in my bed. James is laying in my bed with his tan jeans unbuttoned. I try to ignore it and just climb in bed since he’s already passed out. I mean, it’s a king size bed, and we’re boys.
James mumbles, “my dick feels too damn tight in these jeans.”
I stay quiet, but my own dick wakes the fuck up.
Then James says, “I just need it to be moved a little. I can’t sleep like this. I’m so fucking drunk.”
SAY LESS.
I reach right inside the already unbuttoned jeans. Boxers. Boxers with a no-button fly.
I’m shocked. How can a dick really be that big. Like it actually felt heavy. I pull it through the fly, and I can feel the blood rushing to make his dick even bigger. I slowly pull away, but I can see it still growing. Holy Fuck. BIG.
James moves his hand in a way that just pushes it outside his open jeans. He’s now more so hard it’s almost standing straight up.
“Yo, I’ll do it if you’re down.” I softly say.
No response.
I can hear the clock ticking from the living room, and my neck is starting to hurt because I’ve lifted my head up to make sure I don’t miss his response.
One minute? No, it’s probably the longest two and a half minutes.
“Bro, I just need it rn. Do whatever.”
My mouth was surrounding that big dick head before he got the “er” sound out. What a fucking challenge and treat it was, but I had to make it the best. I took about 6 inches in, making sure it was wet all around. I NEEDED to go all the way. I took a deep breath, exhaled, and his monster dick went all the way down my throat. I’d never felt that before, but I was hooked on that feeling. I felt so damn fulfilled. The moan that came from him at that very moment was better than the sound of the bells on the last day of school.
“Bro pull up. Bro you gotta pull up right now.”
What. The. Fuck…
“Don’t you have a boyfriend?”
Fuckkkk. I hadn’t thought about him almost all night.
“Yeah I do.”
“So I don’t think you want me to bust in your mouth. I was way to close.”
FUCK THAT.
I went all the way down. His dick was deep in my throat and I still managed to make swallowing movements with my throat. I just know that felt incredible. James busted straight to my stomach, I managed to hold my breath and keep swallowing, and then he went silent.
Literally 5 seconds later James was snoring. I pulled off his jeans and threw the big blanket over the two of us.
He was gone when I woke up, but I also didn’t wake up until around 2 PM. Obviously, we never mentioned this, but I was always so damn nervous anytime he and my boyfriend would be in the same room as each other.
Then again, he did start acting extremely friendly to Parker, my boyfriend. It’s always been hard for me to tell when someone is flirting with me, but I can spot it on others from across the room so easily.
Two months later, I got a snap from him. God fucking damn, my mouth was watering again. We still snap late as fuck at night, but I haven’t gotten another dick pic.